Oft forced to suffer and to moan—
At last to die!
But Heaven clears away the cloud from the martyr’s sky.
IV.
The race of men is a long and wondrous evolution;
The patient soul who kens, and God’s great goal,
Is benefactor best, the man of resolution
To mark and void each shoal,
Like pilots good of worthy ships,
Whose eyes are used far more than lips.